ours User24 Not yours. Ours. 020226 ... lady lunchbox i know you hate that word so much... maybe someday you'll warm up to the idea of sharing more than just a bed. 020226 ... lady lunchbox hmmm...an apartment is a good start. and i was only kidding. 020321 ... unhinged there wasn't much that i could call ours. except maybe that we both cared about them. you never saw what was right in front of your nose. you never saw me shaking. i still curse myself for being a push-over, a close-mouthed whiner. i_pleaded. i still do. i know not to say certain things more than once. but i can't stop you from doing certain things more than once. i loved you, i would let you trample the dust of my heart everyday to make me whole. but i have finally figured out that the pieces you make, you will not glue back together. i loved you, but nothing was ours. everything was for you; yours. 020322 ... FriedJack Wherein we starved the things that feel Outback, the drunken waters steal from me If we beat him down, will he stay? He's a little dizzy I feel it starting to take me Where did everybody go? I need them now To save me We fell, when they choked the things that feed How come... we hurt the one's we need? Lay down, and stretch upon the sea If we beat him down, will he stay? He's a little dizzy I feel it starting to take me Where did everybody go? I need them now If we beat him down... will he stay? 030608 ... Death of a Rose travelled lightly here, sometimes twisted shapes would float us along. So she found a box and put her wonder in it, sent it to me through the post man, didn't give it to me in person. I could shake my head and let you pour salt over my bleeding eyes, and yet you only brought pepper. You said it was ours by right of us just being there. Then you brought litigation against them that wanted ours. You should have paid more for your garbled speeches. I tried to remember ours, but somehow it has dissapated with bottled nights, and I didn't even develop the film, for fear of a returning longing. Ours is gone. 031021 ... lady lunchbox now it's just mine. 040318 what's it to you? who go blather from